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He checked into the "Caesars Club" annex—a dusty, forgotten wing that felt miles away from the marble fountains and the smell of expensive perfume. His room smelled of industrial lemon and old smoke. Through the window, the Venetian’s Rialto Bridge looked like a plastic toy, shimmering with the promise of a life he couldn’t afford. The email had arrived like a hallucination at
Arthur headed to the floor. The "Bonus" promised in the email wasn't a voucher for a buffet; it was a seat at a table in the back of the room where the air was cold. A man in a suit the color of a gutter puddle gestured to a chair. Through the window, the Venetian’s Rialto Bridge looked